My plan is to keep the normal schedule and format for the blog this month. The next flash fiction for the ongoing Shoals to the Hallowed series will be released on 30 December (this also happens to be my bday so I expect high praise in the comments section. If you don’t want to give that, I accept Amazon gift cards). The third and last newsletter of the year will be released on the 31st. If you want to sign up for that, please do so when prompted on the website or send me your email address and I’ll add you to the list.
For the month in general (we’re half way done already!), you’ll see a lot of Christmas themed posts. I’m a big fan of Christmas. The season (I prefer cold to hot always), movies and music (there’s just so many good options), food and drink (nothing like carbs, coffee, and whiskey to keep me comfortable), and traditions. It’s these last that I want to explore a little today.
I can only speak for myself and my heart goes out to those who don’t care for the Christmas season for whatever the reason. I understand and get it. However, I have pretty much nothing but good memories of the weeks and days leading up to Christmas. My family never did anything crazy or outlandish (far from the Griswold experience). We did the tree and lights. Maybe a few other decorations around the house. What I remember best was going to my grandparents’ house Christmas Eve to eat dinner and exchange gifts. My grandpa would read the Christmas story from the Book of Luke and we’d all go on our merry way (no pun intended). Christmas morning was getting up way too early (I was one of those kids who could not sleep no matter how late I stayed up), getting into our stockings first and waiting the appropriate amount of time before waking up my parents so we could get to the good stuff.
After we made a mess of the living room, we would eat breakfast and get ready for the day. Usually we were out the door after noon and heading to the gift exchange locations with friends and families. Dinner was usually at my grandparents’ house again with or without other family members who came in form out of town. We ate, played games, and had the 24-hour marathon of A Christmas Story playing in the background. All in all, it was an easy traditional holiday season that I have fond memories of.
Now that I’m married, my wife and I have our own traditions that we’ve put in place and hope to carry on the rest of the way. Our children will grow up with these and even have a part in adding to our family’s plans and activities from December to December. Traditions are one of those things I really enjoy and Christmas allows for them to be focused and anticipated every year.
I’ll leave you with some do’s and don’ts:
Don’t spike the eggnog
Don’t stand under icicles
Don’t sit on Santa’s lap in an alleyway
Do spike your coffee
Do bundle up if it’s snowing
Do watch Christmas Vacation with a room full of friends and strangers (if you can)
Call to Action: My hope is that you all have a great Christmas this year. Even if past ones have not been worth remembering, I hope this one is. Be with the ones you love. Make sure to let them know how much you appreciate their being a part of your life.